Curse Back to Five Summers: Best Friends Are an Excuse for Couples

Even as a punished person, Geto Suguru is a person who is very considerate of others.

The more Gojo Satoru saw the man lying there submissively with his eyes closed, the more the evil element in his bones began to boil over.

The water is boiling, and the water is bubbling and tumbling. Gojo Satoru is probably in the same state at this moment.

I silently counted in my mind how many punishments were left to be done, and after counting, I finally came to the last one.

Xia Yujie smiled softly, his lips curved. "Okay, now it's the last one. Satoru, why do I feel like there are still two places that haven't been drawn?"

"Which two places?"

"Left eyelid and right eyelid."

Gojo Satoru also laughed. His voice was very soft, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a suppressed and restrained madness.

He said softly, "That's right, but there's only one punishment left. It seems like I'm going to lose, but..."

As the thin breath fell on Geto Suguru's face, the watercolor pen also fell on his right eyelid at the same time.

The tip of the pen was randomly drawing on the eyelids, and Gojo Satoru was still muttering "vortex, vortex".

However, just when Geto Suguru felt that the watercolor pen finally stopped, when he wanted to open his eyes, something warm and soft suddenly covered the eyelid of his left eye.

Soft and a little warm...

Geto Suguru was stunned for a moment. He wanted to open his eyes, but his left eye was covered by Gojo Satoru's domineering palm.

Geto Suguru is not a fool. He quickly realized what the soft temperature on his right eyelid was.

"Satoru..." His voice trembled like this for the first time when he called Gojo Satoru's name.

Gojo Satoru didn't respond, but kept that posture. His white eyelashes trembled, and finally slowly closed.

There was the sound of the computer host, the sound of the air conditioner blowing cold air, and the sound of cicadas coming in through the window.

However, the world was silent again, and all the sounds that had existed were annihilated in that instant and ceased to exist.

Geto Suguru felt that he should struggle, but his limbs did not move at all. He sat against the bed with his legs side by side, his arms hanging naturally on the floor, and the Punisher holding the paintbrush sat on his legs.

The hand covering Geto Suguru's left eye was slowly removed, but the eye covered by the hand did not want to open again.

The fingers hanging on the floor finally moved as if in reaction, and then slowly rose up and grabbed the pure white cotton T-shirt that Gojo Sho had just changed into.

The fabric of the T-shirt was wrinkled between Geto Suguru's fingers, as if the two of them had their hearts wrinkled together.

His thin eyelids trembled slightly, and after two long minutes, Gojo Satoru stepped back as if waking from a dream.

"The last spot is also covered..." he murmured.

"..."

Gojo Satoru looked at Geto Suguru's messy face that he had drawn. Geto Suguru opened his eyes in a daze, and there was a very complicated look in his pure eyes.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and Gojo Satoru kept swallowing non-existent saliva. Only after doing something did he realize how nervous and scared it was.

However, Geto Suguru's eyes are so provocative. Such a handsome face, a face that smiles charmingly, but with such a contrasting expression, people can't help but think that he is pretending. Once he becomes violent, people really want to tear off this disguise and let him reveal his true appearance underneath the disguise.

The watercolor pen fell to the floor with a plop. Gojo Satoru pressed his hands on Geto Suguru's shoulders. Geto Suguru lowered his eyelashes and glanced at Gojo Satoru's hands. When he noticed something, Gojo Satoru had already come closer again.

This time the destination was very clear. However, the person who had been motionless suddenly turned his face to the side when he was only a few centimeters away from success.

His lips were imprinted on Geto Suguru's cheek and on the pictures that Gojo Satoru drew at will.

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment. Even though he had no love history, he knew that this was Geto Suguru's silent rejection.

She blinked a few times, and her long and thick eyelashes scratched Xia Yujie's cheek like white swan wings, which was very itchy.

Geto Suguru's brain was in a mess, as if someone was shaking it hard, breaking it apart and turning it into a pot of miso soup.

Ask yourself, does he really not like Gojo Satoru's touch?

No, on the contrary, he likes it very much. Every cell in his body is clamoring for it.

However, he had grown up, and at the critical moment, he was unable to betray his heart.

He could hardly tell who Gojo Satoru was in front of him. He had to remind himself again and again so that he could remember at the critical moment that the person in his heart, the person who had occupied his heart a long time ago, was not the one in front of him.

Although he didn't know the exact reason, Geto Suguru knew that they were not the same person.

The Gojo Satoru in his heart was still alive and well, not this guy who looked only twenty years old, no.

I couldn't help being nice to him, couldn't help eating meal replacements on my body, couldn't help wanting to be close to him, couldn't help wanting to be close friends, couldn't help thinking about him and liking him, even...

He had already indulged his desires enough, and it was too dangerous to continue like this.

"Jay?"

"Don't call me that," this name that is exclusive to Gojo Satoru will make it even more difficult for Geto Suguru to tell who is who.

A look of hurt flashed across Gojo Satoru's eyes, but because Geto Suguru stubbornly turned his head and looked away, he didn't notice it at all.

It would be a lie to say that I’m not lost, and it’s even more impossible to say that I’m not hurt.

Gojo Satoru got off Geto Suguru's legs, turned over and sat on the floor like Geto Suguru, leaning against the bed.

The young man lowered his head and looked at the floor, his dejected look no different from that of a male in the animal kingdom who had failed in his courtship.

He had only heard about it in the past, but now Geto Suguru saw this concrete picture so directly for the first time.

Gojo Satoru's loneliness was like a needle that pierced Geto Suguru's heart, but he didn't know what to say.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head for a while, and then slowly turned his head to look at Geto Suguru who was looking at him with worried eyes. His mouth pursed again and again, but in the end he still smiled stubbornly.

"Even though I didn't get a kiss, when I think about it, it seems like I made a big profit, right, Mr. Getsu?"

Geto Suguru was speechless and had no idea how to react except to look at him.

"But Mr. Getabu is such a good man. If it were anyone else, they would have slapped me in the face. Tsk tsk," Gojo Satoru shook his head and muttered to himself, "My handsome face would swell up if I got slapped, right?"

"Satoru...I..."

"It's okay. It was probably too sudden. I know Mr. Getsu must have wanted me to kiss him, right?"

"Huh?" When his secret was revealed, Geto Suguru's face turned red.